(WHAT DOESN’T FIT)
One’s fantasy-drive automatically kicks in, and memories come flooding back of the time you almost made an impact on one of their lives. Elder Kraft was his name, according to his badge.
He was well within range, but he suddenly stopped to adjust his bicycle helmet and my hastily thrown pebble flew harmlessly past his head. So let this be a lesson to us all: aim lower to be sure of a hit.
Here endeth today’s lesson.